When I'm in love, I see those admirably beautiful and lovely eyes. Of course I see them time to time through my friends' eyes around my life too. And I know I want to see them all the time. This time I saw a bit different kind of twinkly eyes on my trip to Rampur, Utta Pradesh, India.
Dilip. He's just 8 years old this year. As we all did, he also was excited to go to school. When going to school wasn't an option for his town people, it must have been just a dream of some sort of mirage on a desert that will never gonna be happen in their life. But now it is possible and he actually goes to school. Well, not all the time.
The reality. Not the good kind. He has to face and realize that even he is in one room with his classmates together, he can't be same as them. Because he is untouchable, low Caste, often he sit all the way back in the row and had to clean school toilets when his teacher force him to do. Then his classmates told him that he can't play with them.
The opportunity to learn is there. But yet tons of issues are there them to face every day. If you are strong enough by yourself and determine, then you may can finish your education by the end of whatever. But the theory is just ideal. In real life that is rare. I am not sure how long Dilip will be going to school. Is he gonna quit? Is he gonna be dropout? Never know.
But I hope he would finish it all the way. He didn't go to the school the day I visited his school. That's why he got shy and tried to runaway from me and my colleague. But he was still a bight kid with those big sparkly eyes. I know he would go and learn more. That is all I can believe. I still can trace his starry eyes and shy hands that are holding his school books. Even I spoke Hindi zero, his eyes and smile told me thousands of stories to my lens. I'll be missing you, Dilip.